Through the front window
the sun’s warm light comes
in bright fingers feeling
windows and walls, fashioning
mosaics in shadows on the floor.
Whispers of wind in motion
enter the room as leaves
twisting on their branches
to form the sacred images of home.

The living room is still;
in the westering sun’s light –
aflame – the final flickering
before that bright being bends
simmering into still and dark waters.
The warm glow through the window fades,
deepening shadows lengthen and congeal
until the room itself vanishes
into the cool and quiet of night.

Portland, Oregon – June 11, 2019